Friday, November 13, 2009

Continuing the Diary of Loss, this is an abstract visual essay on loss and sustaining elements that define my life. This section makes use of an app that reproduces the vintage instamatic look of photos.

I am vanishingyet searching. . .Two Crows for Joy :: . . . and flight down the road south

small sustaining elements...

enter the insides of the camera to see steel,Bitterweed thriving in cracks of dry asphalt,I-beams and trash,another daily quest for The Realwithin the virtual, numbers and a word, an out-of-place enigma and images melding witha message only you understand...and how much you needed that.

Give My Poor Heart Rest

and someday I'll paint my pain's releaseas lilacs and blue hydrangeas, a crescentmoon in August or November over Front Beach breezes hummingthrough Live Oaks. . . such solid reality can be sealed in repetitive motion, sacred scents, memories,and the chorused songs of seabirds floating.

Five

You were the blunt trauma against meand wrought withwhatever you were dealt, Youthrusted it all upon me... me,the precariously delicate spirit,. . .where were you and what were youwhen I was locked in that black hole?

About Me

"Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." - Carl Sandburg
. . . That's why I'm a dedicated iPhone Photographer and Collagist, working now, solely with the iPhone Camera and apps. to create this work. It's the synthesis of this incredible "phone" that pushes it beyond the allluring and into the addictive.
And I DO love hyacinths and biscuits.